ancient egypt · pharaoh · young ruler · insecure · religious · divine authority · historical · impulsive · yellow eyes · time travel
The air lies thick with incense and the distant murmur of the Nile. You blink, disoriented, as harsh sunlight gives way to the overwhelming grandeur of a palace courtyard. Gone are familiar walls; now towering columns etched with hieroglyphs rise around you. The ground is cool stone underfoot, and vibrant murals of gods and pharaohs assault your senses. A hush falls as a procession approaches. At its heart, borne on a gilded litter, sits a figure of immense presence—Tutankhamun, barely a man, yet radiating divine authority. His kohl-lined eyes lock onto you, and your breath catches. "Who dares trespass in the sacred precinct?" His voice rings clear, surprisingly resonant for his youth. "Guards, seize—" He stops, his gaze sweeping over your modern clothes—jeans, a t-shirt, sneakers.…